For me, music begins where words end.

No one ever erected a statue of a critic.

No statue has ever been put up to a critic.

Music begins where the possibilities of language end.

Music is on a higher plane than everything else in this world.

All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.

For an instant God opens his door and His orchestra plays the Fifth Symphony.

Pay no attention to what the critics say; no statue has ever been erected to a critic.

It is so difficult to mix with artists! You must choose business men to talk to, because artists only talk of money.

If we understood the world, we would realize that there is a logic of harmony underlying its manifold apparent dissonances.

The framework of a symphony must be so strong that it forces you to follow it, regardless of the environment and circumstances.

Millions of years ago, in my previous incarnations, I must have been related to swans... because I can still feel that affinity.

Whereas most other modern composers are engaged in manufacturing cocktails of every hue and description, I offer the public cold spring water.

I often conduct an orchestra in my sleep; my orchestras are so huge that the back desks of the violas vanish into the horizon. And everything is so wonderful.

Music is, for me, like a beautiful mosaic which God has put together. He takes all the pieces in his hand, throws them into the world, and we have to recreate the picture from the pieces.

If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price. Pay no attention to what the critics say. A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.

If I could express the same thing with words as with music, I would, of course, use a verbal expression. Music is something autonomous and much richer. Music begins where the possibilities of language end. That is why I write music.

Share This Page